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The choirs left the main tune and soared two octaves past heaven in a descant to rattle the bones and read more
The choirs left the main tune and soared two octaves past heaven in a descant to rattle the bones and surge the heart.
Life is a song. Love is the music.
Life is a song. Love is the music.
Music is the art which is most nigh to tears and memory.
Music is the art which is most nigh to tears and memory.
I need drama in my life to keep making music.
I need drama in my life to keep making music.
Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.
Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.
I have my own particular sorrows, loves, delights; and you have yours. But sorrow, gladness, yearning, hope, love, belong to read more
I have my own particular sorrows, loves, delights; and you have yours. But sorrow, gladness, yearning, hope, love, belong to all of us, in all times and in all places. Music is the only means whereby we feel these emotions in their universality.
No two people on earth are alike, and it's got to be that way in music or it isn't music.
No two people on earth are alike, and it's got to be that way in music or it isn't music.
My music fights against the system that teaches to live and die.
My music fights against the system that teaches to live and die.
[T]he music's pure algebra of enchantment.
[T]he music's pure algebra of enchantment.
